In the next room.
The nurse was also inserting the needle.
The man's handsome face was pale, sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, his temples throbbing, and a thick layer of sweat covering his forehead.
Thump!
As the needle pierced the vein, his heart followed with a violent throb.
Immediately after, the nerves in his brain felt like they were being pulled to the extreme, stretched tightly, as if about to snap.
"Ugh." He let out a muffled groan of endurance.
The nurse, thinking it was her fault that caused his groan of pain, was startled and quickly said, "Sir, did I insert the needle incorrectly?"
"..." Baron Lawrence's mind was in chaos, various images flashing rapidly like a movie reel, astonishingly fast.
Seeing that he wasn't answering, the nurse hesitated before squatting down to remove the needle from his arm and softly said, "Sorry. Let me try again."
